UNSUNG

My eyes like gentle raindrops kissed

Liquid tears

They rolled down my pale cheeks

No one cared

And beyond time

The tears were parched.

Dried were my eyes

Yet emotions flowing

Somewhere within

A yearning

A longing to go back unto the womb

This world hath nothing

But misery.

I was alone with my pain

And shattered dreams

My life around me crumbling

People laughed

Not that they knew

But realized not

For few can cherish

A beating heart.

My thoughts like branchless leaves

Flittered about

Alighting upon my being

But with the slightest wind

Dancing away

In a selfishly

Caring world.

My being was numb

Yet my soul felt the numbness

For somewhere along

The subconscious regained

The power to love

To appreciate

And spontaneously care.

Like the poet might not on the first line stuck

One has to go on

As King Canute did realize

Tears are but another form of expression

As is silence

For in its emptiness

The beauty of pain

Echoes.

Calls out to you

Touches your wound

Fills it up

I realized

It is kind to be cruel

At times.

~Vikram C~

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